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Unfortunate Twist of Fate

We didn't learn much about Edward's mother, but Carlisle's little speech about her in the beginning of New Moon made me curious. What if she was changed as well, not by Carlisle, but by someone else? What if she went looking for the Cullens but found Bella instead?

Okay, so, this has been hiding in a corner of my brain for an embarrassing long time. I've been debating how best to get it down on paper, and this is as good as it's going to get. Just to make sure everyone understands, I did change a few things (which I don't usually do), but the end result will basically be the same... Feedback is very welcome! I like to know if I'm a total failure as a writer or not.(:

3. The Angel

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That’s how Jacob found me–blubbering into my kitchen sink. He pulled me into his arms without question. And the doorbell rang. Again. Jacob froze.

Uh oh.

His hands clenched into fists . . . that started to shake uncontrollably. He pulled me out the back door and dragged me across the yard. He kept looking around, like he didn’t know where he was going. Or he was trying to escape something without being noticed.

And then there was someone in front of us.

My knees collapsed. I was having a really bad day. Jacob caught me before I could hit the ground.

He stood protectively in front of me, still holding me upright.

I watched shock, and then confusion, flit across Alice’s beautiful face.

“Bella?” That was all it took for me to fling myself in front of Jacob and into her arms. She hugged me while I tried to calm myself enough to get a few words out.

“Alice–” sob, “How – what –I’ve missed you so much.”

“Bella . . . who is this? And what the hell is she doing here? What are you doing here?” asked Alice.

That’s when I noticed that Alice was not alone. She was there, too, standing in front of us, looking between me and Alice like we were a circus act. How was I supposed to explain this one; especially when I could barely see through my wet eyes, anyway?

Alice took out her phone, when she cut in before I could even try to decide what I was going to say.

“My name is Elizabeth Masen. I’m looking for Carlisle Cullen?”

The phone slipped out of Alice’s dainty little hands and fell to the ground. I picked it up when nobody moved. Alice’s head was now thrashing from me to Her and back again at 150 miles an hour. It was almost comical. She finally came to rest on me, but something occurred to me before she could say anything.

“Alice, how did you not see this coming?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. And why did I see you jump off a cliff, when you obviously didn’t?” That explains why she was here. My stomach dropped. Now that she was sure I was alive, she had no reason to stay. “Bella, why didn’t you jump?”

“Jacob came and talked some sense into me.” He had calmed down, now. Only his hands were shaking. I looked up at him and smiled. I owed him my life many times over.

“Hmm. And I can’t see anything now . . .”

“Are you saying you can’t see Jacob?” This was interesting.

“So it would seem,” Alice murmured, deep in thought. Jacob wrapped his arms around me from behind. This caught her attention, but she shook her head, looking away.

“What do you mean ‘you can’t see Jacob’?” his mother asked, and then looking at him, “I suppose you are Jacob?” He nodded stiffly, not looking at her.

I forced the words out, as Alice was obviously not going to answer. “Alice is . . . psychic. She sees the future, but indefinitely. The future will change if you change the path you’re on. Alice saw me jump off the cliff, since that was what I planned to do, but she didn’t see me decide not to, because Jacob was there, apparently.” I couldn’t even look at her straight on, now that I knew why her eyes looked familiar.

“Psychic,” she asked, “Well, that’s interesting.”

“Bella!” Alice shouted. “You’re friends with a werewolf!”

I shrunk back, as she looked a little crazy. “Yes. Jake’s pack is protecting me from Victoria.”


“She came back – looking for me. She thinks it’s my fault that James is dead.”

And then dainty little Alice said a word that sounded very wrong coming from her fairy-like mouth.

“Victoria came back? She came back? Looking for you? That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard! Like it’s your fault that her murderer of a mate got himself killed! I knew we should never have left! I TOLD him! I told him that you wouldn’t be safe by yourself. And now look at you! Friends with the werewolves! Being chased down by random vampires with anger issues! Honestly Bella, only you could have attracted this much attention from all the monsters in the world!”

Yep, Alice was definitely losing her mind. “Alice . . . Just calm down. Everything is going to be okay. Just calm down.”

Jacob was now standing in front of me, shielding me from Alice’s spaz attack. The pixy reached around Jake’s massive frame and grabbed her cell phone out of my hand. And then she had it against her ear. I hadn’t even seen her dial.

“Carlisle,” His mother (that was her new title) lit up. “We have a problem. I need you to get here as fast as you can. No she’s fine. Yeah, but there’s someone here that needs to see you,” Pause, “Elizabeth Masen. She’s here. Well, what do you want me to do?” pause, “I have a feeling she’s not leaving for a while. No,” pause, “Okay.” She shut the phone. My head was spinning. That exchange had lasted a whole five seconds.

His mother spoke up then, “You do know Carlisle! Is he coming?”

I took a deep breath. “Is this the first you’ve tried to contact him?”

Alice looked around.

“I spent the first decade trying to perfect my diet. But then it became my fulltime occupation to try and find my son. Is anyone going to tell me where he is?”

Alice spoke up, “We should go inside. It’s going to be dark soon, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it started to rain.”

We were still outside. That hadn’t even occurred to me. We all filed in through the back door and into the living room. I took a seat on the couch, Alice sat next to me, and Jacob took the seat next to me. His mother took the recliner.

I changed the subject. I didn’t want to have to talk about him. “Is Carlisle coming,” I asked Alice.

“He should be here in an hour. I don’t know who’s coming with him. But it won’t be him, Bella.”

My stomach clenched. I nodded slowly. I didn’t really expect him to come back, but his mother was here. Did he not want to see me that bad?